The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass corridor stretched out like a throat, slick with condensation and the metallic taste of ozone, and Arthur Vane, twelve years old and sharp-tongued enough to cut glass, pressed his back against the cold wall as his own reflection lunged at him three seconds after he had already ducked. The gaslights overhead sputtered in the industrial fog, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed...

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